Molly and Bill sat in the cramped café, sipping their lukewarm coffee and surveying the chaos outside. A group of rowdy toddlers chased each other past the window, their shrieks punctuated by the occasional crash of a toddler meltdown. Molly winced, her eyes squinting against the bright sunlight. "Okay, Bill, I think we've got our target," she said, tapping a manicured finger on the tabletop. Bill rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Tell me, tell me. Is it the birthday girl's tiara? A stash of cash from the cake fund?" Molly chuckled. "Better than that. The loot is the presents." Bill's face lit up. "Oh, oh, oh! I love a good kid-heist. What's the haul?" "According to the intel," Molly said, her voice low and conspiratorial, "our birthday girl is a...let's say, 'blessed' child. Private jet, designer clothes, the works. Her parents are sparing no expense. I counted at least a dozen expensive-looking boxes in the party pics." Bill whistled. "That's a sweet haul. When's the party?" "Tomorrow, 2 PM. And here's the kicker – it's a costume party, Bill. We can blend in with the chaos." Molly produced a pair of disguises from her bag, wigs, glasses, and ridiculous hats. Bill grinned, snatching the items from her hand. "I love a good disguise. You look like a PTA president with that bob." Molly adjusted the glasses, striking a pose. "I'm a...a... um, 'edgy' art teacher." Bill chuckled, his eyes squinting with amusement. "You're going to give the kids nightmares. What's the plan?" Molly spread out a crude map of the party location, a private event space in a swanky neighborhood. "I've identified the entry points – the main door, a secondary entrance by the kitchen, and a service door hidden behind the photo booth. The goal is to grab as many presents as possible without drawing attention." Bill's brow furrowed as he studied the map. "And what's the plan for dealing with...unfortunate adult interference?" Molly winked. "We've got a few tricks up our sleeves. Diversions, smoke bombs, and – if all else fails – an adorable-but-mischievous kid-bot to create a distraction." Bill's eyes widened. "Kid-bot? What, are we stealing presents and channeling Doc Brown?" Molly sipped her coffee, unflappable. "Hey, it's a noble goal. And who doesn't love a good time-travel reference?" Bill laughed, pocketing the map. "Alright, partner. We've got a party to crash. And some presents to steal." The duo grinned, basking in the pre-heist rush, ready to take on the tantrums, sugarcane-fueled energy, and tiny, entitled rich kids. Tomorrow, 2 PM, couldn't come soon enough.